Exiled to a Foreign Land: Managing a Destitute Estate - Chapter 47: The Banquet, the Dances, and the Tears

... cast aureate threads across Redwood Estate's gardens, where an army of workers had transformed the grounds into something that would have made a common palace weep with envy. White silk pavilions dotted the lawns like ethereal mushrooms after celestial rain, their peaks adorned with the Redwood crest, embroidered in roses still dewy with morning. Crystal chandeliers, suspended from invisible wires, fractured the light into prismatic cascades that danced across arriving guests' faces like nature' ...